Saturday, November 10, 2012


I never knew my name was beautiful,
Until I heard you say it,
It was in your utterance
that my name became me
and I saw me in my name...
On every other lip, everywhere I had been,
it was a mere cue for me,
to start playing my part,
A dead word on the streets,
Resurrected in your voice...

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